Quotes by T.S. Eliot

“Half of the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They dont mean to do harm but the harm does not interest them.”

“Our high respect for a well read person is praise enough for literature.”

“Our emotions are only incidents in the effort to keep day and night together.”

“The last temptation is the greatest treason: to do the right deed for the wrong reason.”

“We know too much, and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion, and so is our religion.”

“Truth has rough flavours if we bite it through.”

“Cat: a pygmy lion who loves mice, hates dogs, and patronizes human beings”

“A cat doesnt know what it wants and wants more of it”

“Footfalls echo in the memory/ Down the passage we did not take/ Towards the door we never opened/ Into the rose-garden”

“The river is within us, the sea is all about us; The sea is the lands edge also”

“I do not know much about gods; but I think that the river is a strong brown god”

“Since golden October declined into sombre November / And the apples were gathered and stored, and the land became brown sharp points of death in a waste of water and mud.”

“Radio is a medium of entertainment which permits millions of people to listen to the same joke at the same time, and yet remain lonesome”

“Im proof against that word failure. Ive seen behind it. The only failure a man ought to fear is failure of cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best.”

“My own experience and development deepen everyday my conviction that our moral progress may be measured by the degree in which we sympathize with individual suffering and individual joy.”

“Hell is oneself, Hell is alone, the other figures in it merely projections.”

“Teach us to care and not to care / Teach us to sit still.”

“The one thing you can do is to do nothing. Wait . . . You will find that you survive humiliation and hats an experience of incalculable value.”

“Stop, shadow of my elusive beloved/ Image of enchantment that I most desire/ Beautiful illusion for whom I happily die/ Sweet fiction for whom I painfully live.”

“I found the way by the sound of your voice. So many things to say but these are only words. Now Ive only words. Once there was a choice, did I give you much? Well you gave me things. You gave me stars to hold, songs to sing...”